For those of you who don't have access to the Sunday splash panel, I wanted to make sure you saw this. You can thank me later.
I'm not sure a house guest and your child on the balcony outside that sliding glass door constitute privacy. But, hey, if you're comfortable, go for it.
If that idiot female goes tee-hee one more time, let's all pitch her off the balcony.
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ReplyDeleteIs Mary capable of diagnosing a sex addiction? Tee-Hee.
ReplyDeleteI think Olive's special powers are causing her parents to behave so amorously, so constantly. She has, after all, secretly wished for a baby brother/sister ala "Miracle on 34th Street."
ReplyDelete...a very strange breeding program, indeed.
Ed tucks his sweater into his pants. That might be more disturbing than all the TEE-HEE-ing.
ReplyDeleteAs a gay man I've heard many a strange noise, but never have I heard anyone go "Tee Hee", have you? If I did, I'd hand in my membership card to the gay agenda club.
ReplyDeleteAnd, everyone knows you never ask someone what they wished for. It'll spoil the wish. Geeze, Mary!
Sliding glass door no... locking glass door yes!
ReplyDeleteEvy and Ed may be auditioning for the TV show "Masters of Sex."
ReplyDeleteWhy is everyone assuming that they want privacy for sex? For my mental health, I prefer to believe they want privacy so that they can put on oversized sweatpants, pull them up their shoulders and chase each other around the house.
ReplyDeleteI keep ending each sentence I say to my wife with "tee-hee" but it only seems to be irritating her.
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ReplyDeleteIt's day two of the botanical garden segment of the Mary Worth holiday travelogue, and not a flower fairy in sight. Mary and Olive continue to wear the same clothes they've been wearing for the past month. For Mary, it's understandable, given what airlines charge for luggage, but what about Olive? Maybe Evy isn't much for laundry, either.
Not only no fairies, no flowers. What a dull garden.
ReplyDeleteMary only brought one scarf, apparently, and it's getting shorter by the day. No Ken Kensington to buy her another one.
Maybe Olive can hitch a ride back to Santa Royale in Mary's shoulder bag.